Whew!

I searched under every wagon I could find.. I asked people if they have seen the old woman.. One warrior grunted and pointed back towards the end of the wagons.. I thanked him.. and ran off towards the end of the line.. I hope I find that old woman before we have to move again..

Well low and behold.. there she was.. dancing no less with some other old woman. including Magda.. and the old warrior was there as were a few others.. I wonder what I had walked in on.. when they looked at me as I stood there breathing hard.. my hands on my hips.. I bet I looked a sight.. but at least I had found her.. So now I know what the elderly do when we are not watching.. They are having fun.. Magda called me over.. with the crook of her bent finger.. Come and join Us Yamikins.. I rubbed my temples.. as she spoke my name.. she had been around my family way to much.. I headed over.. One of the older warriors eyed me up and down.. Can you dance young woman?.. Can I dance? .. well no not really.. my mind does but it never quite makes it to my feet.. well then can you sing? I shook my head.. only if you wish the bosk to stampede... The old warriors eyes shone.. and his scars krinkled as he smiled.. Well thats ok. you stand there and clap out the beat.. and we will do the rest.. Well at least I can keep a beat.. I do know how to clap.. and maybe sing a little bit.. Their fires were warm. and I do not mean heat wise.. but friendly.. welcoming... it was good to see them all happy and smiling.. The elder singers.. were singing of the move.. and the bosk.. the stars.. the old warriors were telling tales of their adventures.. if you looked listned with your heart and not your ears.. you could close your eyes and live the adventure with him... They would tell of raids. and wars... Some spoke of captured mates..and slaves.. When I think about it.. I have had a very dull life so far.. nothing like these tribe members.. Maybe when I am their age.. if I live that long.. I will be able to sit around a fire and tell tales also.. Magda drew me into her arms and hugged me.. some how she must have know what I was thinking.. then again I do not hide things so very well.. she whispered.. Your time has not yet come.. so live and have fun.. do not dwell on things you have no control over..

At this point one of the old warriors grabbed me and swung me around. I swear I could see the shadows from my nose ring dance golden shadows over the wagon tarp.. It was mezermizing.. yet calming.. I began to foget about my worries.. and just have some fun.. And I also most forgot about Elizie.. We would talk later.. She has to at least tell me where she is going...

When did I start to sound like my mother?